Mr. Coyne

Andrew Coyne’s Dad has passed away.

I didn’t know Andrew’s Dad. But when my own Dad died – eight years, three months and 28 days ago – I was drowning in grief. I could not breathe.

Andrew and I weren’t close friends or anything, back then. I didn’t understand him all that well; intelligent conservatives have that effect on me.

But Andrew took me to lunch, and I admit I was having a bit of a hard time keeping it together. Despite that, it was apparent to me that this was a son who also loved his father, a lot. You could tell.

If Andrew sees this, this is the only insight I have to offer him: things aren’t the same, afterwards. You stay sad, but it gets a bit less sad as time goes by.

Also, you need to remember him in every achievement you have, on every single day you have left.

And this: I didn’t know your Dad. But I know he must have been pretty proud to have a son like you.


Hockey Dad lamentation

I am a hockey dad. Forget about this book tour stuff, or politics: I was with Son One at a game on West side of town to almost midnight (we won). Then, up way too early to get Son Two to goalie school on the East side (he’s not bad).

If you are unsure who I am, look for the guy wearing combat pants and boots, leather jacket, and a DOA T-shirt.

Asleep in his truck.

Over and out.


Amanda Todd

Her sad story has now attracted international attention: this is the top news item on CNN’s web site.  Not the U.S. election.

I hope that means that a lot of people are paying attention to this issue, and learning from it.  Hope it gives her family some comfort, too.

(As I write this, my eldest son is sitting in my office, and he has just finished telling me about one of his closest friends at St. Mike’s, who was beaten up earlier this week by three bullies, as he left a soccer game.  So, yes, this is all much more than a media creation.)


Biden

He clearly read Fight The Right. Speaking to regular folks, with passion and conviction, about values.

I’m sending him a bill.


Fight The Right on tour

At CFRA, this fine Ottawa morn, and ran into my Carleton brother, Jim Watson. That guy never stops.

Yesterday in Montreal, it was a busybusy day with CBC, CTV and CJAD (twice).

Later today in Ottawa, we’ll be sellin’ and signin’ books around noon at the Chapters on Rideau and Sussex. C’mon by and say hi!

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Me, Jim and Stunt Man Stu!